Among all my frustrations about saddle shopping was a nagging fear that all of my blankets, nary a season old, would also not fit the lanky new pony. So of course I stuck my head in the sand and decided I would just pull them out when it was cold, and pray they would fit. Because nothing says fall like
pumpkin spice lattes scarves leaves changing color dropping a few hundred dollars on new blankets.
But praise be, the blankets fit. Apparently Smitty’s length makes up for Foster’s breadth, so we won’t have anything to worry about for the time being.
And then my farrier showed up to do another horse, and while Smitty was in the cross ties, happened to point out- “you know your horse is bum high, right?”
And sure enough, he is. No wonder he’s been looking a bit lanky again this last week. I was hoping he’d go wide before he went tall, but looks like that’s not to be. My farrier assured me, my dreams of a 16.2h horse are basically shot.
Please don’t grow too much- k, Smitty? Please?
Just part of the baby-horse journey I suppose!